LITV(i)
11 Your majesty is lowered into Sheol; the noise of your harps. The maggot is spread under you; yea, the worms cover you.
12 Oh shining star, son of the morning, how you have fallen from the heavens! You weakening the nations, you are cut down to the ground.
13 For you have said In your heart, I will go up to the heavens; I will raise my throne above the stars of God, and I will sit in the mount of meeting, in the sides of the north.
14 I will rise over the heights of the clouds; I will be compared to the Most High.
15 Yet you shall be brought out to Sheol, to the sides of the Pit.
16 They that see you shall stare and closely watch you, saying, Is this the man who made the earth tremble, shaking kingdoms,
17 making the world like a wilderness, and who tore down its cities; he did not open a house for his prisoners?
18 All kings of nations, all of them lie in glory, each man in his house.
19 But you are thrown from your grave like a despised branch, like the covering of the slain, those pierced by the sword, those who go down into the stones of the Pit, like a dead body trampled under foot.